I agree, that was gripping.  It had the unfortunate side effect of making me hate people just a little bit more. 

At first, I was a bit concerned that this was a true story. I knew from what you'd told me that the Da had game, and could bring the leather.

But then I got to the part where you said you weren't called to testify because you were a minor.

In 1989?

You were a minor in 1969 my friend, not 1989.

Tell Chainsaw McCulloch I said hello.

I liked reading this John. Very much.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I don't know what else I can say.

Yes, I read it before you played god. Fuck, you're worse than me when it comes to deleting shit, and that's saying a hell of a lot. The Fray delete function was custom made for the likes of me. I'm always deleting crap. 

This poem's got to be roared out. I bark as I write, so make sure you do too. Very therapeutic. Wake the neighbors. Fuck them. Hell, open the damn window. No, wait, it's ball-busting cold in Chicago now. Scratch that.

I read this piece frrom Carlin tonight that had me weeping bitter-sweet tears of joy. It went something like this: Have you ever gone into a store and only bought a pack of cookies? Have you ever done that? And when you got home, have you ever just stood there on your kitchen floor, opened the cookies, and stuffed them all one by one into your mouth? Have you ever done that? Eat a whole pack of fucking cookies in one go? I have. 'Tear along here', the packet says. Damn fucking right I tear along there. Where else am I going to tear it, along the fucking sidewalk?

That guy's crazy. But compulsory reading for all, I should think.

That's exactly what he was shooting for [bad pun] -- post-mortems that would elevate his narcissistic act of pure cowardice to something warranting a MOTIVE. Fuck motives.

Beautifully executed. You had my individed attention to the end. I thought it was a true story. It felt sooo real.

Someone here said, "gripping." I agree.

thank you for a great read.